The Feng Residence did not care about their reputation. Even if Feng Songjie married her, he would only treat her as a decoration…
At the Feng Residence.
Er Mo was Wu Su's personal maidservant. She had been by Wu Su's side since the Empress Dowager Cixi's era. She had been with Wu Su for 30 years. This year, Wu Su was 37 years old.
When she came in from the backyard, she saw her Madam smiling so widely that the corners of her mouth could not close.
"Madam, is there anything happy?"
"Er Mo, my future daughter-in-law is so adorable! She dares challenge me and say that she doesn't want to marry Second Feng."
"Uh…"
"She looks down on Second Feng, haha!"
"Why is she looking down on Second Young Master making Madam so happy?"
Er Mo couldn't understand what her Madam was thinking.
"Of course I'm happy. Only someone with such a personality can control that brat. She's like me! The Young Marshal doesn't need a bunch of vixens who only know how to flatter him!"
Wu Su's eyes revealed a shrewd glint. The Feng Family's reason for not breaking off the engagement in the past was not just a matter of pride.
An idiot like Bai Weiyang marrying into the Feng Family wouldn't hinder the Feng Family in any way. Having an idiot in the family was nothing more than adding another pair of chopsticks.
An incompetent woman would only cause trouble.
Her second son, Feng Songjie, was the most talented in the military among the three sons of the Feng Family. The eldest son, Feng Zongcheng, had stayed in Britain for a while. After returning to the country, he wanted to do business. The third son, Feng Mochen, had studied in France and was influenced by Western culture. He liked Keats, Shakespeare and Byron. He wanted to be a poet after returning to the country!
Only the second son, Feng Songjie, who had studied in Prussia for five years, inherited his father's talents after he returned. He was currently the spokesperson for the warlords in Pingnan.
Wu Su knew that the concubines in the Young Marshal's residence were just women that Second Feng had found to anger them. Those women were nothing to worry about.
The wife of the Pingnan's warlords' Young Marshal being an idiot wouldn't cause trouble.
However, if a woman with a little brain and yet liked to direct matters became Second Young Mistress, trouble would follow. Now, Bai Weiyang was not only smart, but also tactful and graceful! She was completely qualified to be Second Young Mistress Feng and the wife of the future Pingnan's warlords' Young Marshal!
On the other hand, when the man in black successfully returned to a courtyard in an alley, a man and a woman came up to him. A sergeant in a greenish-gray military uniform came up to support the man.
"Sir, you're back."
At dusk, it was Feng Songjie himself who had assassinated Miss Byrd.
Feng Songjie, who was pressing on the wound on his lower back, suddenly touched his back and said instinctively,
"Sucks."
Adjutant Li asked nervously, "What's wrong, Sir?"
Feng Songjie frowned. "I lost the other gun on my back." He was trying very hard to figure out where he had lost it.
"…" Adjutant Li's expression changed drastically.
Adjutant Yang was very calm. He stood at the side and did not say a word.
Feng Songjie's eyes were obscure like the deep sea. "That gun is the gun that killed Miss Byrd."
Yang Minghua (male) and Li Mengyun (female) were Feng Songjie's two adjutants.
Adjutant Yang quickly said, "I'll send someone to look for it immediately."
As soon as Feng Songjie sat down, he suddenly remembered what he had experienced. The gun was still there when he got into the car. Now, his hand instinctively touched another part and he realized that the jade pendant was gone too.
Young Marshal Feng's face darkened immediately.
He raised his hand. "It's fine. I know who took it."
Damn it.
It must be that girl!
This was the first time in his life that he had been schemed against by a little girl.
However, what a powerful method. Even he did not notice when she took it.
Which family's daughter was she? How dare she steal from him?
She was really seeking death!